Write Me a Story (SomethingEsoteric & Bimbo_a_la_Blonde)

[SomethingEsoteric]

Unassuming was really the best way to describe it in this very moment, not quite to what most expected, not quite to her surroundings, maybe not the first impression an eccentric like herself would go after but in reality maybe that was what was eccentric about it? Long lips pulled to an even longer look of rueful doubt in the mirror as she squinted back at herself – Clarissa Novan – Mistress to the stars in a pair of jeans and a blouse just didn’t quite... well, even if her reputation was one that by definition defeated itself she was never one to admit defeat and certainly not much for meeting new people dressed so lowly… especially when it was business, especially considering her very business was in fact pleasure. –Was pleasure, that was in particular a very surreal one. In any event, just as surreal was her outfit, and not because she didn’t wear jeans and button ups and hoodies and yoga pants and whatever else was comfortable and casual, it wasn’t all lace and bodice’s, not every outfit she owned included lingerie and leather, only when she imagined herself musing of her high life and all the lows that came with it she imagined she’d be doing so in something a little more extravagant… maybe even from a long leather slab of a couch with clawed feet, a glass of shiraz and one of those fancy cigarette holders Cruella De Vil had, graceful blue-white rings of indulgence lazily curling toward the ceiling of a fire lit study… now that would have been extravagant, would have been eccentric, would have been everything her character was, not who she was… and Brooklyn, her ever doting agent whom she trusted in the utmost had told her just be yourself. like her mother maybe should have many time in her youth.

Carissa huffed and scrunched her nose, reaching toward her desk to find a thick rimmed pair of reading glasses, pulling her long auburn hair into a messy pony tail, flaring the collar of her blouse and with a small jiggle of her wrist undoing the top few buttons of her shirt, enough to tease with the edges of her rather luxurious lace bra… well, maybe every one of her outfits had at least of a little of what might just could be considered lingerie, she didn’t think she owned one piece of underwear or a single undergarment that couldn’t in some frame of mind be considered extravagant after all and the particular matching bra and panties both her round plumped behind and chest were embraced by were no exception. A little sex appeal never hurt, especially not in her experience… well, unless they wanted it to hurt.

“Ms. Novan, she’ll be arriving soon – I suggest you stop primping…” Brooklyn said in a low cool voice more a chide than anything before rolling her eyes “You’re not nervous are you?”

“Nervous?” Clarissa asked her features turning coyly to meet Brooklyn’s “Not in my range of emotion I’m inclined to assure you,” she responded evenly, though a deep shaky breath discounted the rehearsed words.

“Clare, she’s not a reporter or a tabloid, she’s writing your book – if you want people to like it you’re going to have to let them in at least a little bit. –now…” Brooklyn’s wedges clicked with each step as she closed the gap between them and peered closely upon each ruffle of the blouse, the cuffs pulled up to her elbows so messily. “I swear you’re hopeless, you could have at least asked me to get this ironed…” The overburdened agent (or assistant more like) huffed pulling the sleeves back down to her wrist and popping them, only to fold them back up passed her elbows with neat precision, going on to pull a few straggling strands of hair out of the messy pony tail to frame her face. “There, now you look a little more like yourself.” The woman paused and grinned ruefully, “well, kinda.”

All she could do was chuckle and roll her eyes, brushing passed Brooklyn and toward the door toward a spiral staircase that led to her foyer and what would be the door her writer would soon be found knocking on. Clarissa’s home was bold, brazen and beautiful with a certain refinement that was ageless much like herself, though refurbished and modernized Victorian in actual conception unlike herself. The home in many ways a reflection of personality and taste Clarissa possessed though not exactly a true reflection of who she was “Is she late, or am I early?”

Brooklyn rolled her eyes and tilted her head seeing a blur in the stain glass finery around Clarissa’s front door, “Looks like you’re both just in time.” She said as she gestured toward to door for Clare to greet her guest pulling it open for her.

“Why hello, -a pleasure to make your acquaintance. –please, do come in.” she crooned her eyes narrowing slightly as the appraisal began.

 

[bimbo a la blonde]

Amber Matthews was, as usual, late-----not late for just another meeting of writer and author mind you, but a meeting with a certain Ms Clarissa Novan HERSELF!.....the media proclaimed 'Mistress to the stars' had by now become a household word, if one could still use that archaic phrase, but it fit......
and of all people, she had asked HER!, Amber, to ghost write her latest......
Just emerging from the shower, she ran to her vanity table, did some quick make up and blow dried her blonde hair. Heading to her closet, she rummaged around like a winner of a lottery that just lost the wining ticket, finally deciding upon a one piece light blue dress, halfway up her thighs with a low cut scalloped front, revealing her black lace plunge bra.....matching black lace bikini panties now slipped on, nylons and her 4 inch black heels, she did a equally quick self survey in front of the mirror.
At 26, Amber was more than merely attractive...thanks to 2 years at 24hr fitness, she lost the weight gained between the end of high school and college and then some....slender toned legs, bountiful 38D breasts with no sag, she attracted more eyes than a freshly caught shark on a fishing pier....
THe only thing Amber wanted to attract right now was the attention of the well known woman that spelled 'SEX' C-L-A-R-I-S-S-A......

Almost breaking a few speed limits, she finally arrived at a rather imposing house and pulled into the driveway. Nestled in the valley, it was a restored Victorian, as was most of the homes in the area....
Amber grabbed her mini notebook in the case and rang the doorbell. Within a minute, a refined looking woman answered....."Miss Matthews,?" she asked....Amber said yes and the two of them finally reached the inner sanctum of Ms Novan.....
Amber stood a respectable few feet from the woman for a few seconds, giving the author time to give her a quick look over----and indeed she was---before coming up to her, her right arm out in greeting.....
"Ms Novan,?" she asked respectively......"hello...my name is Amber...Amber Matthews, and I'm the ghostwriter you hired....it is a honor to finally meet you in person...."

 

[SomethingEsoteric]

“Charmed Ms. Mathews,” Clarissa’s voice sweet and smooth with a certain confident bite her affections much like a ribbon of caramel through the most bitter of black coffee’s. Her eyes could not be drawn from Amber try as she might have – and she was never once one to make an attempt at tearing eyes from that which they lusted for an in her world lust was just so easily come by. She chuckled and rolled those sharp piercing eyes of hers just to return them to Amber’s form “Amber Mathews,” The name trickled off her lips and down her tongue with the same sweet diction seductive and savory still. Even in such humble clothing Clarissa held all the qualities one quintessential thought of a mistress might provide, she didn’t need to crack a whip or brandish a flogger to leverage it either.

The guise would soon crack slightly, what was once a coy seduction turning to frank and strangely humble “This one is cute isn’t she?” Clarissa gushed to Brooklyn as if Amber wasn’t even there.

Brooklyn sighed and rolled her eyes “Ugh… you did say you wanted that Ms. Novan.” She groaned to her ever particular client.

“I did, didn’t I?” Clare agreed with a Cheshire grin strolling in a lofty circle about Amber, “I love your dress,” she hummed lowly, a hand reaching out and setting upon Amber’s shoulder, a little tweak of the fabric here, a gesture across the lace of her bra that surely was meant to tease – she could tease right back of course. “Did you hear that Brooklyn? –an honour,”

“Careful inflating Ms. Novan’s ego like that Amber, she’ll never let you hear the end of it.” the doting agent relinquished before shaking her head, “If you two need anything I’ll be in my office. –Clare, stop embarrassing yourself.”

“I don’t know the meaning of the word, go-go-go, you’re not needed.” Clarissa yipped back over Amber’s shoulder still acting as if she wasn’t even there even as she’d been primping at her outfit as if she was a doll in a window for viewing pleasure alone. Brooklyn simply gave an apathetic twirl of her fingers and disappeared around a corner leaving the too alone.

“Yes, well, -how about we get started then hmm Ms. Mathews? We’ve a lot to go over and so very little time to do so.” Clare gestured toward an open door that lead toward a regal study bathed in light by tall clear glass walls looking out into her secluded yard, oddly enough it almost looked like a high class psychologist’s office, a leather slab seat, and a similarly furnished leather arm chair just beside – a large chest refurbished into a coffee table sitting idly between. “After you dearest.”

 

[bimbo a la blonde]

In her mid 20's, Amber didn't blush quite as easily as she did years ago, but when the author called her cute and was obviously eyeing her up and down, Amber did feel just a hint of flush.....
Watching her agent leave the room, she felt just a little nervous, as if Brooklyn was there as a sexual buffer between the two. No, Amber was as straight as they came, but this woman was already well renown for opening America's 'Pandora's box' of sexual fantasies, some of which involved lesbianism. Are some of the woman's literary skills based on real life?....who knew.....
Amber walked in ahead of the woman and perched herself in the leather seat. Popping open her mini laptop, she crossed her legs, her heels glittering in the light, just a hint of panty peek between her thighs.....Amber laid her purse on the edge of the chair and as it accidently fell on the floor, she bent over to pick it up, revealing her amply breasts cradled snugly within the confines of her lacy bra.....

"....allright Ms Novan," Amber started.....let's start from the basics....

 

[SomethingEsoteric]

Clarissa blinked and pitched her head to the side slightly as once she’d eased down into her own chair, she was missing the cigarette – missing the wine – apparently missing the grace of it all too but she could do this and do this well she would as she did everything she took a swing at in her life… well, save actually writing.

“Clarissa, unless I ask otherwise – for now – just Clarissa sweet heart.” She mewled softly before getting comfortable in her seat, pulling her legs up and leaning back into the corner of the couch. “Well, to start, there’s nothing basic about my life Amber,” Clarissa informed her in an odd mixture of both frankness and honey – the statement wasn’t a bit condescending, just a fact. “Mmm… but, I suppose the closest thing to that in regard to you and I would be that I… Hmrph,” she rolled her eyes the words straining her crimson lips as they tried to leave “I cannot write… not with the diction and skill these stories deserve. Interviews with the tabloids is one thing – a full book, my book no less, it’s worth more than I can give it in words. –so I need you.”

The woman paused briefly, like such humility required a breather afterword, she wasn’t used to being so outwardly humble – and even less so about admitting an I can’t.

“Well, anyhow, I’m not sure what Brooklyn informed you of but I’ll be telling you, bit by bit, the entirety of my life as I’ve seen it.” A small chuckle and a roll of her eyes “So basics be damned, how about we start from the beginning hmm?”

 

[bimbo a la blonde]

"allright....Clarissa it is," Amber smiled, re crossing her legs absentmindedly, unaware her blacklace panties once again became visible...
She logged into her laptop and opened up a blank screen to begin dictation, looking up at the woman...the lady's agent had told her nothing except that Clarissa wished to write a 'tell all' book, and judging from the mannerisms and body language, Amber knew this was going to be a best seller...
Like others, Amber had indeed heard of her. How much was hype and how much was the real deal didn't matter that much...by the time the book was finished the two would become one. Amber had very few qualms when it came to sexuality...she knew Clarissa was rumored to be a 'lady lover' and it didn't bother her...Amber wasn't a lesbian but once had a drunken fling with a girl years ago, and thankfully for both of them the alcohol was far more potent than the half hearted attempt at sex....Amber was a vivacious, curious girl, one whould call 'bi curious.....

 

[SomethingEsoteric]

Clare smiled softly, soon enough for Amber it would be Clare but for the moment she loved hearing her annunciate every last syllable with those delicate lips of hers. The cross of her legs and shot of her panties didn’t go unmissed, twice now, but Clarissa was no youth, her days of fawning over the sight of panties had… well, changed – but that was in fact where it all began so it seemed more than just appropriate.

The woman adjusted slightly upon the couch, a hand on her plump hip as she closed her eyes and let a musing sort of hum vibrate in her chest.

“I was a little terror,” she admitted wistfully, “to me, my parents were little more than monetary dispensaries and subjects for my rueful little games before puberty – but that isn’t much what I want to tell about.” As fondly as she spoke of the years there seemed to be a bit of avoidance – confident and open as it was she seemed to have something to hide. “The people want sex, let’s give it to them no?” she asked rhetorically.

“Not long after I began to develop, realize want sexuality meant – or at least – began to identify it was a thing, it would be long before I truly understood. –I lived in a gated community, several manors, a sea of men and women from butlers to chefs and other constituents. There were always many families living in the community, my parents lived a very high life and liked to keep all sorts around them – the other manors in the community weren’t much different, then there were the homes the help stayed in.” Clarissa bit her lower lip and dragged an outstretched lower finger along the seam of her pants.

“Have you ever watched?” Clarissa mewled, eyes narrowing with a world of seduction behind them upon the woman. “Watched another’s ecstasy from afar? –in secret? A man, a woman, -two together? fucking themselves, fucking each other…”

 

[bimbo a la blonde]

Amber began to feel uneasy, a little ironic considering the fact that the manuscript basically described the sexual antics of the well-to-do behind iron gates.....she mentioned the homes of the less financially blessed---the 'help', as the woman called them.....for some reason Amber recalled the movie 'Dirty Dancing', where the girl 'Baby' snuck away to the cottages in the back where the 'help' lived.....
She glanced over at the way the woman traced the seam of her tight pants...
Amber's uneasiness became even more pronounced when Clarissa mentioned voyeurism.....had Amber ever watched a couple having sex, becoming entwined with each other? the truth was, she had---years ago while in high school, she opened her sister's door without knocking and saw her nude, being fucked by a guy......she opened the door slowly enough that they didn't see her peering through the doorway. Amber's breath quickened and she felt her heart rate increase.....she closed the door and went back to her own bedroom, laid on the bed, slipped a hand beneath her panties and started masterbating.....she held a hand over her mouth when she came so they wouldn't hear.....
Just from mentioning it, Amber felt like excusing herself so she could do the same.....

 

[SomethingEsoteric]

There it was, that look, right there – and god was it ever enticing! –it was like a curl of smoke in the air, like a sketchy line of promising powder, like amber liquid in a sweating glass, eyes made vulnerable by arousal for Clarissa was intoxication to the addict, weakness to the predator and the fact of the matter was she was just a lush and a glutton as all those listed. –it would be against her very nature not to leverage this, “You have.” She said without a single reservation, without the slightest bit of doubt as if she could stare into her very soul and pull out truth, at least in this variety. –after all, it was more than just a job all this.

She grinned smugly and leaned toward her, “It was amazing my first time,” she confessed shamelessly, one of her eyes squinting slightly, ruefully, “My cousin, not blood related – not that I would have much cared if she was as unhealthy my obsessions could become at that age.” Clare licked her lips and stared off wistfully like she was about to tell a story of a far more bright and wholesome nature. “I always knew she was bad,” the word given with a certain playfull exaggeration and air quotations, “-I never thought she’d sleep with the help… another girl no less.”

“Back home, all the rooms were linked more or less, fire walls and old walk ways from when they’d been a plantation home – y’know, for that other kind of help.” The tone she used to express disgust for the whole oppressive ordeal that came before the much less demeaning help they had, “I used to love to sneak about in these crawl spaces or scale the balconies… I swear they saw me there, through the window, watching them, watching the young Latino woman with her fingers rotating about my alabaster skinned dove – Heidi,” her cousins name said with so much affection and longing, “It was like every thought I had they could hear and as willing as they were to listen to my fantasies they too were willing to fulfill… I felt powerful and inflated… of course, I was just watching, of course they didn’t know I was there, of course if I were to poke my head through that window and ask she kiss her neck or nibble upon her ear they’d both scream and jump from their skin,” Clare chuckled and rolled her eyes, one of her hands curling about her throat and caressing it gently, “but, y’know… I still felt it… and I wanted more, I wanted to feel more.”

“Hmph,” Clare bit her lip and stared upon Amber once again, “It wasn’t enough. –just watching. So, when they were finished – my cousin asleep and the young woman gone back to her family’s home… I stole my cousin’s undergarments. –heh… my first sexual trophy, first of many I might add. I wanted to crystalize that thrill in my life for the rest of my days – still have them even now. I take trophies from all my sexual conquests. Some people hang up awards and diplomas, portraits and news-paper clippings. I’d like to think I have more refined taste...”

“Sitting in my room that night, scrapes on my knees and shoulders from crawling through Heidi’s window and back out again, I touched myself as if I hadn’t been the whole time I watched, my trophy held tight in hand – I’m not going to say that was when I decided I was perfect to tell people just how they could best be pleased… naïve as I was really believing I had willed them to be so sensual and skillful in their act, but I did know once could never be enough.”

 

[bimbo a la blonde]

Amber kept shifting in her chair, becoming more uncomfortable by the minute, listening to Clarissa describe in lurid detail of her sexual antics....she thanked god she was using a laptop and not an old fashioned typewriter----with the mistakes she was making she could fill a wastepaper basket!!
Something else was happening to her as well, something she hadn't imagined.....Amber found herself getting damp down there, the dampness graduating to a moistness....she kept her legs tightly crossed, praying that the space between their chairs would be enough that Clarissa wouldn't detect the smell of her pussy becoming wet......just for a second she envisioned the woman seducing her, tying her up, gagging her and stealing her panties as a trophy to add to her collection.....Amber had never been with a woman intentionally before, but she was quickly discovering that this was no ordinary woman....

 

[SomethingEsoteric]

It was a good long moment of silence Clarissa afforded Amber, just listening to the frantic tapping away of her fingers at the keyboard – paying special attention to just how often it seemed the poor things was slamming down on the backspace key a Cheshire grin starting to warp Clarissa’s features far from coy. It seemed her story had taken quite an effect on Amber and that just wouldn’t due. This was such a tame story by comparison to some she’d weave for the girl, if it alone was enough to have her shifting about uncomfortably, blushing bright and swimming through unforgiving waves of arousal Clare could only imagine the effects of more passionate tales of ecstasy in the utmost. “Hmm-hm-hm…” a coy little coo of smug laughter vibrated in her chest as she cocked her head to the side.

“Amber, why don’t you come over here so I can see what you’ve written hmm?” She suggested coolly before adjusting on the couch, turning off the armrest and propping herself up with a hand so once Amber joined her she’d easily be able to peer over her shoulder. “No need to be so nervous,” Clarissa assured her but the thick seduction her voice carried so naturally would probably have a complete equal and opposite effect, there was no need to be nervous – plenty reason however.

 

[bimbo a la blonde]

"y-y-y-yes, Miss.....I mean, Clarissa," Amber stammered as she got up slowly and with as erect posture as possible. It wasn't as if she wanted to give an aire of sohphistication------it was simply because she could already feel wetness on her panties and she didn't want it to show as she got up. Amber walked slowly over to the couch, sitting close beside her, knowing if the woman took the time, she could easily smell wet sex between the girl's thighs, but was hoping Clarissa would be paying more attention to the ongoing manuscript.
Amber e opened her laptop and shared it across her left thigh and Clarissa's right so the woman could see the work in progress....despite the distractions, Amber was keeping up with the woman's dictation.....
As the woman patted the cushion, encouraging her to scoot over closer, Amber felt her heart rate increasing.....what was happening here?....she had never intentionally been with a woman, had never known feelings like that....was this what was going on? or was it merely teasing flirtation and Amber was reading between the lines...?

 

[SomethingEsoteric]

Clarissa’s top row of teeth pulled along her lower lip ever stained a thick crimson red her teeth taking on a slight smear of the red. A tasty morsel walks my way, what am I to do but eat it alive? she thought, paying special attention to the way she walked, Clarissa knew that walk – In one bite maybe… her mind continued to monologue as her eyes followed close. The poor little dove was trying to cover up her arousal – an impossible task in the midst of someone so learned in pin pointing arousal, nurturing it, bringing it to its utmost peeks and tending to it only with chief priority and an admittedly ambiguous discretion. While it was not a curiosity or assumption she was soon given a not so necessary confirmation as the sickly-sweet-menagerie of lace soaked in lust – two of her favorite things in the world that created her very most favorite thing when married.

She didn’t need to take time to sort it out; it was like a wisp of Tabaco smoke to someone on the wagon with a nicotine patch or a gulp of bourbon to an abstinent mouth grown tired of water all the while – Clarissa could become high on the scent alone given the chance.

Eyes did not fall upon the screen, no, they fell upon the scallop cut dress and the lace that protruded from its wrinkled pleat, almost as if to say I know… she leaned in close, her nose just inches from Amber’s throat and took in a deep breath that flared her nostrils, taking in both her natural scent, the soaps she soaked herself in and best of all the scent of her arousal. “Amber…” she whispered lowly, no void of smug seductions, “Men are easy you know… to seduce, to please, to create that one moment in time that crystalizes their utmost ecstasy and leverages it over reality… it’s one specific act or image for them, maybe they want to pull my hair and fuck me in the ass, maybe they and me to pull theirs and fuck them, maybe they like a certain costume or an octave in voice, to feel powerful or feel like they’re at the mercy of someone like myself – but ultimately – their fantasies and the keys to them are generally quite simple and most tactile and once I find it, or they’ve admitted to it – that one act is all I need to addict them and gratify them.” Her hand reached out slow, trace the delicate lace border of Ambers bra, then her cheek much the same, “Women however… far more complex, like a puzzle with no borders – the image constantly changing, it’s not just a touch, more than a feeling, a fleeting glimpse through a window that is in a constant state of flux… a woman’s lust is like a fucking disease… progressive and without cure.” She smirked and closed her eyes, her lips so close to Amber’s ear every slow calculated coo must have tickled if only a little, “It can however, be arrested – satisfied… briefly, before the puzzle changes and a new fantasy is born.”

“I like women… I like the challenge, I like that the challenge is capable of compound, I like they’re voice, their clothes, their delicate soft skin and it’s caress… and… I just love the smell of their need. –nothing quite does it for Clarissa Novan, Mistress to the Stars, like the scent of a wet. Hot. Pussy.”

 

[bimbo a la blonde]

Clarissa moved ever closer....Amber could smell the woman's perfume, even her warm breath so close to her neck....was she making a play for her?.....how should she respond?
If Amber's mind was confused, her body was not....she could feel her pussy even wetter now and there was no longer any way to conceal it. The smell of her wet panty was unmistakable....if Amber smelled it at this degree of closeness she knew Clarissa could as well.
Something about the woman enticed her....she had never had an intimate encounter with a woman before, but her most recent relationships with men haven't been enjoyable and fulfilling enough to say she would never entertain the ideas now pouring through her head.
Amber decided to follow her body instead of her mind---at least this one time, just to not antagonize the lady....besides, she might just like it!

Glancing over at the door, Amber asked at whisper level...."is it locked?...."
she closed the laptop and placed it on the counter....her breathing rapidly increasing, feeling as if her heart was going to burst from her chest, she leaned over and kissed Clarissa.....where this would lead, who knew?

 

[SomethingEsoteric]

Clarissa only looked upon Amber with narrow eyes as the question of the door came, she chuckled lowly and said nothing letting her take her next step – one that just so happened to be a marriage of lips. Kisses were a strange thing, like most sexual acts for that matter, an exchange of dead skin, warmth and the slightest relief of saliva remaining from previous gestures and idiosyncrasies but so much more than the sum of their parts. Just dead skin, saliva and heat and yet they could say so much, could yield such result in every pore. She felt a slight shiver run up her spine as gentle curiosity met her own poignant prod – Amber kissed her so delicately and maybe, just maybe she’d return the favor.

… it didn’t last long, kisses weren’t capable of conveying what words could but much could be said by that simple three facet exchange. One could kiss with all the heat and passion of an action movie super star before a pants-on fuck on the kitchen counter, one could kiss chaste and cool like a matronly peck on a scraped knee, one could kiss with the listlessness of a long relationship’s Good afternoon, how was work?, she preferred the first and was quick to steal that ground from Amber. Clarissa turned her head and pushed forward with her face against Amber’s her nose flattening against the young woman’s cheek bone as she pushed her lips open with her own and spellbound amber’s tongue, stealing it, claiming it as hers as she batted it about inside her mouth and twirled it none too gently around hers.

As they kissed Clarissa felt her own heat mounting, felt maybe her anticipations were beginning to align with the little lamb beneath her and frankly that just wouldn’t due at all. With a small grunt she shoved Amber off her and down to the couch on her back, grinning at her maliciously “That door?” She regarded, “I’m not even sure it’s shut sweet heart.” Clarissa chimed and rolled her eyes – undoing her belt buckle with purpose and ease crinkling her gaze upon Amber. Clare set the belt over the back of the couch, keeping it on hand with care – she’d use it soon enough but for now she’d take things at least relatively slow. “Tell me Amber, have you ever watched?” She whispered, leaning down to Amber, her ample chest finding her counterpart’s, the lace of Amber’s bra and vibrant blue scallops that held them meeting the silk of her blouse. “I think you have, I think you watched and you touched yourself just like I did.” Each word spoke into Amber’s ear, vibrating her lobe as Clarissa suckled upon it and nipped at the ridge, ran her tongue through each valley, “would you like to watch me? –or maybe you’d like me to watch you…”

To Clare, this meant very little and yet it meant the world – this was her world, so often traversed it was natural as breathing to seduce and please her chief and primary purpose. It was easy, it was natural, so common she didn’t even think of it, it just happened all on its own… for Clare Sex was as easy as breathing and maybe more necessary, she’d hold her breath till blue in the face if she thought that was necessary for an orgasm… but then, she was on the other side of these exchanges, she didn’t need to hold her breath it was up to her to tell Amber to. –and in time, she would.

"Maybe you'd like if someone was on the other side of that door."

 

[bimbo a la blonde]

Clarissa's kiss both surprised and aroused Amber further.....she felt the woman's tongue push through her and searching....her own tongue met hers as well and seemed to intertwine together...it took Amber's breath away, leaving her panting....she wanted to, if not having second thoughts and putting a halt to this, at least taking a second and pondering what she should do.....
Female instinct, like arousal, can be a powerful force, and it was powerful enough for Amber to let herself go, to follow her body where it wished, despite her initial apprehension....
She let out a moan as she was laid down on her back...."I.....I...uh, watched my sister with a guy....once....."....she told the story to the woman between gasps and soft moans....she felt hands caress her bra then watching it as it disappeared from her body, her tits now exposed and oh, so vulnerable....she could feel the woman's erect nipples brushing against her own, causing goosebumps to appear all over Amber's body....
Amber removed the woman's blouse and began to suck on her nipples, at he same time pulling up her own dress and sliping a hand beneath her already wet panties......

 

[SomethingEsoteric]

Clarissa looked down on the young woman with only the most doting of expressions, even with its sharp predatory essence looming. She was truly a gift, her presence; she was so innocent and well… new. Clare had long chosen to complacently ignore their business arrangement and dive into this headlong – the book was fine and good but to pass up an opportunity to nurture sexual awakening… it simply wasn’t in her! –and by all means, it was the exact variety Clarissa so solemnly participated in, this wasn’t so much a lust driven fuck or a game of D/s with rules, nuance and props – no, this was sex in its purest form, uncontrollable lust telling reason to take a hike.

All she could do was let loose the softest of one note chuckles Ah-ha barely a whisper her expression rueful as she kissed the side of Amber’s mouth almost chastely before feeling her remove her bra and adjust her own. It wasn’t often somebody else was taking charge, not that it wasn’t welcome – there were games she played where she let another remove her clothes, roughly at times even, however someone doing so without permission almost felt… surreal – enjoyable none the less but certainly surreal. When her little dove spoke up Clare couldn’t help but give another rueful chuckle and roll her eyes – “I can’t wait to hear what other secrets are polluting your head Amber.” She didn’t tease, no, it was much more a taunt before a small hiss as Amber’s lips closed upon her nipple and her eyes rolled “Hnnfg… I like a woman who takes initiative, but from here on out – I think maybe you just leave this to me.”

With that Clare reached down and coaxed Amber’s face back to hers kissing her roughly and once again violating her mouth with both a hungry tongue and a moan avaricious by comparison. Once she’d claimed her lips and mouth she dropped her back down to the couch and claimed her hand by the wrist, the one that had found those sopping panties - not a drop could be wasted. Clare’s eyes never left Amber’s as she guided her sex slick digits up to her mouth and one by one suckled upon Amber’s fingers moaning sensually at the taste she longed for – lace and lust.

Once the sickly sweet tang of Amber’s pussy had left her fingers Clarissa dropped her hand and grinned, pulling her eyes away to find the source of that much anticipated taste. Clarissa backed up on the couch and tilted down, her shoulders squaring with ambers knees and thighs and her face disappearing between, one final glance up to the poor thing before she settled on the soaked lace before her – she didn’t remove it, no, it was worth worship first. In she dove, a gentle pitch forward and she groaned longingly, lips closing on the lace barrier barring her from Amber’s labia, sucking lewdly at her panties, dragging her tongue in slow deliberate lengths from where her taint would be up to where the bald mound above would be taking extra care to circle and tend to any hopeful patch of sensitivity she may be able to get at.

 

[bimbo a la blonde]

Amber was surprised at the speed in which the woman took control....she felt her hands being pinned down behind her head, her mouth covered by Clarissa's, the woman's tongue slipping into the girl's mouth...the woman pulled the trembling girl's fingers our of her pussy and began to lick Amber's nectar from the digits.....
This became a sexual awakening for the young girl, whose only other experience with her own sex was a mere drunken encounter. This time all of her senses were focused and in tune to what was happening to her.....she felt her thighs being parted, only her black lace panties being the only barrier, a barrier that was already moist and sticking to her body.
Amber moaned loudly as she heard Clarissa give out a groan and her head vanished between the girl's legs...she felt her panties being gently moved aside by the woman's more than talented tounge but not taken off....Amber hissed and moaned, bring her pelvis up, pushing herself tight against Clarissa's face, urging her to feast upon her....
"yesssssss,...." she hissed......"oh, fuck, YEEEEEEESSSSSSS.....!!"

 

[SomethingEsoteric]

Clarissa was impressed by the girl’s enthusiasm and maybe a hint disappointed by how easily pleased she was, at this rate her little dove would be cumming before she even pulled her panties aside to actually lick and suckle upon her sweet petals rather than stimulate them through the barrier of lust soaked lace. Clare reached behind her back and urged her pants down to the beds of her knees with one hand the other keeping her steady between Amber’s legs. The position didn’t exactly afford her the sort of grace she enjoyed in a sexual encounter but it seemed Amber wouldn’t much mind. She continued to lap at her folds and lace till with a nudge of her nose and lips she pushed the lace aside and for the first time revealed her soft pink sex not even taking in the sight but instead taking in the flesh – sucking at her labia hungrily as she forced her pants down to her ankles and finally off with her heels two dull thuds and the draping of the articles barely audible over Amber’s hisses and the obscene noises of Clarissa sucking lewdly upon her pussy.

The taste of Amber’s purity rolled down her throat and made her insides tingle with warmth, it was a nice time of that there was no doubt what-so-ever but heat was taking charge and vanilla had never been much up her alley. With a discerning huff she pulled away from the girl’s thighs and sat up, looking down on her like the predator she was “Hands.” She said with curt demand –gesturing to Amber’s flat stomach with a nod of her head. When Amber obliged with her hands on her stomach Clare’s smirk only grew all the more devious for it. With a speed and eloquence only years of practice could afford Clare snatched her belt off the back of the couch where it hung and with her thumb pressed the end of the belt to Amber’s wrist – winding it several times around her wrists and feeding the strap through the buckle till Amber’s arms were lashed together infront of her – pressing her breasts together with her forearms, hands just above the band of her panties. The binding was tight, enough to hurt if fought but comfortable otherwise – another sign of just how practiced Clare was that with a single calculated gesture she could improvise bondage on a whim, it helped she informed her tailor of such exploits and consulted how best for him to fashion anything she may be so inclined to use as such.

She left Amber to writhe and acclimate to the bondage for a moment as she turned on the couch and peeled off her own soaked panties – wadding them up onto a ball between her hands before looking back to her “Mouth.” She said with the same curt demand – though this time she didn’t give Amber the grace of waiting, no, instead she slid two fingers inside the girl’s entrance and curled them to stimulate the wall inside her vagina where she knew that blessed spot named G to live, taking the second Amber was sure to gasp to act in, the hand that held her wadded up panties thrusting forward and stuffing the article into Amber’s face, smearing once over her lips before forcing them passed to gag her.

 

[bimbo a la blonde]

Amber, as aroused as she was at this first time sober encounter with a woman was also apprehensive....she didn't want to come off as some kind of lesbian slut, but just the same, maybe she was carrying this game a little too far. JUst as she was trying to get up and make some kind of imaginary excuse to leave, her wrists were brought out in front of her and tied by the woman's belt....putting up a feeble struggle she felt fingers enter her, probing along her inner walls and finding her G spot. No one up until now had either found it or knew of it's importance, not even Amber herself....The feeling of Clarissa's rubbing on that spot caused instant sensations the likes of which she had never known....her ass rose off the couch and gave out a loud cry, a sound that was rewarded by a wad of panties being stuffed in her mouth. Gagged and struggling, her body was now at the mercy of another, someone that knew exactly what she wanted of Amber.....